She worked so hard.

There were tears.

Lots of tears.

But she wouldn’t stop.

She wouldn’t give up.

She, in fact, persisted.

I can’t tell you how many falls she had.

How many times I suggested that she take a break.

How many hours we worked at it.

But she got there.

She willed herself—and me—through it.

And she got there.

She learned to ride her bike.